Bella
After three songs, I couldn’t do another.
My heels were for show and not dance, and I wasn’t ashamed to say. The third song ended and eased into something lighter, but Miro didn’t release me right away.
He kept his hand at my waist and guided me toward the edge of the dance floor where the crowd thinned and the night air spilled in through open glass doors.
I followed without protest because the warmth of the room had started to feel too close and the weight of Diego’s stare still lingered everywhere I turned. I could literally feel it on my skin like an unwelcome touch.
Miro noticed the shift in me before I said a word. He always seemed to notice.
“You’re not happy anymore,” he said quietly as we stepped onto the terrace, the city lights twinkling far below us. “Come breathe f
